You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The slap landed heavily on the black tactical trousers, producing a dull thud.

Leng Yue's face was always cold and aloof, never even flinching on the battlefield.

At this moment, due to extreme excitement and admiration for Qiang, a feverish blush rose on her face.

He seemed to want to dissect Chen Yuan right there and then to study him.

This caught Shen Wanzhou's eye.

It's a hundred times more irritating than seeing that green tea celebrity trying to pick me up in the shopping mall back then.

Shen Wanzhou's heart was pounding violently in her chest.

The lingering vinegar, which hadn't yet been swallowed, clattered in my stomach.

It shattered completely, and acid was gushing out.

This is her best friend whom she's known since childhood!

When they are on peacekeeping missions overseas, they don't even give those foreign mercenaries who are 1.9 meters tall a second glance.

Now she's actually eyeing her man with lustful eyes!

The old saying, "Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend," is truly not without merit.

Shen Wanzhou gripped Chen Yuan's clothes tightly.

Her fingernails, through the thin cotton T-shirt, almost dug into the flesh of his lower back.

"He... he's just a butler."

She stammered, trying to use the most bland words to diminish Chen Yuan's image.

"All I can do is cook, but I'm not as good at it as you say..."

As she spoke, she used her frail body to protect her chicks like a mother hen.

They covered Chen Yuan even more thoroughly, wishing they could find a black cloth to completely shield him.

Chen Yuan felt the tension coming from his lower back.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

He didn't expose the food-grubbing kitten's clumsy lie.

He casually picked up a dry towel from the hook next to him and wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"For dinner, we'll have braised pork and steamed grouper."

His tone was calm, as if the thrilling and overwhelming fight had never happened.

"Go wash your hands, get ready to eat."

As soon as they heard it was time to eat.

Leng Yue's eagle eyes, which were like radar, suddenly shone as brightly as a 200-watt searchlight.

"Braised pork? That sounds great!"

She didn't even bother to put on the military boots she had thrown on the ground, and ran barefoot towards the restaurant on the first floor.

"I ate military rations abroad for six months, and my mouth was so bland you could feel birds flying out!"

"I'm going to eat three big bowls today!"

Watching my best friend's figure disappear like the wind.

Shen Wanzhou's brows furrowed tightly into a knot.

Oh no, now she's not only after her man's skills, but she's also after his cooking!

7 PM.

In the spacious and bright restaurant on the first floor of Genting Manor.

The crystal chandelier casts a soft, warm light.

On the long, solid wood dining table, several delicious-looking home-style dishes were laid out.

The bright reddish-brown pork belly trembled slightly in the white porcelain plate, emitting an enticing aroma of oil.

Scallion oil drizzled over steamed grouper brings out its powerful seafood aroma.

Chen Yuan sat in the main seat.

He slowly and deliberately ladled out a bowl of soup and placed it steadily in front of Shen Wanzhou.

Leng Yue sat opposite Shen Wanzhou.

Holding chopsticks, he looked like a ruthless, whirlwind-like machine.

"Absolutely amazing! This braised pork melts in your mouth, rich but not greasy at all!"

While shoveling rice into her mouth, Leng Yue rambled on with exaggerated praise.

The chopsticks danced in the plate, leaving afterimages.

"I've eaten at so many private chef restaurants in Beijing, and none of them can compare to Brother Chen's skills!"

Her eyes would occasionally glance over the air above the dining table.

It drifted straight towards Chen Yuan.

"Brother Chen, do you take on any apprentices for your amazing skill?"

"I didn't learn this in vain. From now on, in Jianghai City, if anyone dares to mess with you, I'll take care of them!"

"Click".

Shen Wanzhou slammed the silver spoon in her hand against the edge of the soup bowl.

The crisp sound of the impact echoed through the restaurant, carrying a distinct sense of low pressure.

She bit her lower lip.

Under the table, a foot wearing rabbit slippers quietly reached out.

He stomped hard on Chen Yuan's suit trouser leg.

It carries a strong sense of warning.

Chen Yuan paused slightly as he ladled out the soup.

His dark eyes glanced at the girl beside him whose cheeks were puffed out like a hamster's.

The smile in his eyes faded, and he casually pulled his foot back, letting her slip and fall.

"I do not accept apprentices."

He picked up his water glass, took a sip, and his tone left no room for negotiation.

"I usually only cook for Wanzhou, so I don't have any extra energy."

As soon as those words were spoken...

Shen Wanzhou's tense shoulders instantly relaxed.

The sour feeling in my heart was quickly dispelled by the sweetness.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and the sweetness in her heart was bubbling away.

But Leng Yue on the other side seemed to be completely immune to emotions.

They didn't catch the obvious exclusive meaning in that rejection at all.

"It's fine if you don't want to take on apprentices, but how about playing a couple more games with me tomorrow morning?"

Leng Yue stuffed the last piece of braised pork into her mouth, still wanting more.

"I was caught off guard today, but tomorrow I'll give you a real-world fighting drill with a military dagger!"

Alarm bells rang in Shen Wanzhou's head, their blares echoing through the sky.

Still want to fight?

If this fight continues, this best friend might just move her bedding into the underground fighting room and pester him every day!

"No!"

Shen Wanzhou suddenly stood up.

The mahogany dining chair scraped against the wooden floor with a harsh, screeching sound.

"Leng Yue, you just got back to China, you're still jet-lagged!"

She walked around the dining table and grabbed Leng Yue's strong arm.

They forcefully pulled the person up from the chair.

"The guest rooms on the west side of the third floor have been prepared."

"You need to rest now!"

Leng Yue looked completely bewildered, still chewing her food, and mumbled her protests incoherently.

"I'm not sleepy... I can still eat two more bowls of rice..."

No, you're sleepy.

Without giving her a chance to speak, Shen Wanzhou dragged and pulled the top female special forces soldier toward the stairwell.

The way they were acting was as if they were about to lock a thief who was trying to steal their house into a dungeon.

After much difficulty, they managed to squeeze Leng Yue into a guest room on the third floor and forcibly closed the door.

Shen Wanzhou stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heart was still pounding.

She turned around.

I ran down to the second floor with a light, rhythmic jog.

Push open the door to the master bedroom.

Chen Yuan was leaning against a single sofa by the window, flipping through a foreign financial magazine.

The warm yellow light from the reading lamp shone on his cold, handsome profile.

I heard a noise.

He looked up, but before he could speak...

Shen Wanzhou had already swept in like a gust of wind.

With a "bang".

She slammed the heavy mahogany door shut.

Shen Wanzhou locked the master bedroom door three times from the inside, leaned against the door, and stared at Chen Yuan, panting, "From now on... you're not allowed to teach her to fight, and you're not allowed to cook for her alone!"